Amelia’s POV
Watching Ambrose’s break down yesterday hurt my heart more than I can even express. Watching him release his inner turmoil through his magic was something beyond what I thought was possible.
His whole body exuded strength and power, all his muscles flexed with excursion. His glowing eyes held so many emotions that I wished I could help him process, but I knew he needed this. If he didn’t release some of his magical power it would likely take over and he would lose control.
Today we are in the same clearing as last night, blackened soil shows the evidence of last nights events. My eyes met Ambrose’s and I can see the sorrow in them as he stares across the field. I stand in front of him and place my hand on his chest to draw his attention down to me.
“I’m here for
